You see the interior of a dark, bone strewn cave through eyes that are not your own. Everything you see is bathed in a familiar orange hue. Beastial breath rises and falls in your lungs. Memories of another's life flows like sewage through your mind, stirring an ancient grudge. You see the first humans, deliciously ignorant and ripe, as they struggle to survive. You whisper to them from the shadows. Guiding them. Controlling them. You play your macabre games like a little god over them.

But then she came, and they no longer hear the whispers in the dark. Revolted by her, you withdraw and bide your time. You wait patiently in the darkness, playing games with the few you manage to lure. Your time will come again, and they will return to your puppetry. They are yours, forever…